I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 121 Temptation and Acceptance

The night, like black velvet, enveloped the magnificent villa of "Dawn Residence," which once belonged to the nobility.

During the day, under the alias "Jack," Jemin leisurely strolls through the streets and alleys of Golden Harbor, collecting worldly scents amidst the bustling crowds and posting high-reward Hundred Flower Dew quests.

As night fell, the villa became his true battlefield and training ground.

The high reward of Hundred Flower Dew, coupled with the ruthless methods "Jack" displayed in the Adventurers' Guild, caused a huge uproar in the underworld of Golden Harbor.

Some people coveted the large sum of gold coins, believing that this "newcomer ruthless" was nothing more than a brute force.

Some people couldn't swallow the anger that Karl had been made to assert his authority, and tried to get back at him.

Driven by greed and hatred, people began to "test" the "Dawn's Residence" under the cover of night.

One night, two thieves skilled in stealth sneaked into the villa without making a sound.

They moved with agility, like phantoms in the night, trying to evade patrolling guards and potential magical traps.

However, their actions were clearly exposed to Jemin.

What appeared to be an empty garden was actually a surveillance system filled with the Eyes of Light.

Various models and types of micro-light eyes are arranged in a cross pattern. No matter how slight the change in airflow or how subtle the life fluctuation, it cannot escape Jieming's "divine eye".

Just as the two thieves sneaked into the garden, trying to find a way in, Jemin snapped out of his research.

"Two rats," he scoffed.

He showed no mercy to the two men who disturbed his research out of greed.

"Well, it just so happens that we need test subjects for our research on the divine power faith network, and these two guys have delivered themselves right to our doorstep."

His figure blurred, disappearing so quickly that only a blurry afterimage remained.

One of the thieves felt a chill on the back of his neck, then everything went black, and he lost consciousness.

Jemin squeezed his neck without making a sound, silently dragging the unconscious thief into the shadows.

The other thief then realized that his companion had disappeared without him. His hair stood on end, and he instinctively tried to sound the alarm, but he felt a powerful force coming from the side.

With a swift chop, Jemin slashed the thief across the spine. The thief groaned, writhing in pain, and collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

“You’ve come at the right time.” Jemin looked down at him coldly, a faint light gleaming from his fingertips.

The thief's eyes were filled with terror, but his limp body was paralyzed and unable to move.

Under the terrified gaze of the other party, Jemin read the memories in the thieves' minds and confirmed their mastermind.

Then, with a flick of the finger, the two thieves flew towards the entrance to the basement, while the ground and walls automatically became smooth, leaving no trace.

In the following nights, the explorers became bolder and more diverse.

Someone attempted to cast a curse around the villa in an attempt to secretly weaken "Jack," but before the curse could take shape, the caster vanished without a trace.

Several burly men attempted to force their way through the door, but the moment they touched it, Jemin kicked them from behind, sending them flying and exploding into a bloody mist in mid-air.

Some adventure groups even tried to use some low-grade magical items to confuse Jemin, but these clumsy tricks only enriched Jemin's inventory of experimental subjects.

In just a few days, "Dawn's Residence" became infamous in the underground world of Goldenport.

Anyone who tried to get close disappeared without a trace; it was like a man-eating den of demons.

The once arrogant thugs backed down, and the adventurers who had been eyeing the high bounty also gave up.

The entire night in Golden Harbor became quiet because of that villa.

Finally, this reputation built on death attracted the attention of the real "person in charge".

On a bright and sunny morning, a group of guards in fine armor escorted a fat, big-eared merchant in a silk robe to a stop in front of the "Dawn's Residence".

Ryan, a businessman, is a pivotal figure in the underground forces of Goldenport and the boss behind "Iron Hammer" Karl.

He himself represented the interests of most of the local nobles in Golden Harbor, making him an excellent figurehead.

The two guards behind him were dragging "Iron Hammer" Karl, who looked like a dead dog.

Karl, whose leg had been deliberately broken, was still trembling on one side of his body, his face filled with fear and humiliation, and he had obvious fresh wounds on his body—clearly, he had learned a great lesson.

“Lord Jack!” Ryan stopped three meters from the door, his face beaming with the most humble smile.

He bowed respectfully, his voice trembling slightly: "I, Ryan, have come to apologize to you, bringing this blind fool with me!"

He kicked Karl hard, contorting his already pale face even more, forcing him to kneel before Jemin. "This fool! How dare he offend your dignity, sir! He deserves to die! Sir, please calm down and do as you please!"

Ryan spoke sternly, yet he tried his best to show respect for Jemin.

Karl lay prostrate on the ground in agony, his body trembling uncontrollably, not daring to utter a single word. He knew that whether he lived or died today depended entirely on the mood of the young man before him.

Jemin stood on the porch of the villa, the sunlight casting shadows behind him, making his expression somewhat indistinct.

He watched the scene unfold before him silently, sensing the fear in Ryan's voice and the despair in Carl's.

He knew very well that this was already a concession from the local nobles of Goldenport.

Sending Ryan to apologize would demonstrate the sincerity of the nobles without losing face, and indirectly show that the nobles had accepted the arrival of Jemin as an external "power".

The local nobles' intention was simple: from now on, everyone would keep to themselves.

If it were "Jermin," he would definitely have to teach these natives a lesson, letting them know what "might makes right" means.

However, he's currently playing "Jack," so it's not like they'll completely break off relations.

Moreover, for Jemin now, a more stable Golden Harbor is more in his best interest.

In fact, the current situation was entirely caused by Jemin himself; he had been planning it since the very beginning when they entered the city.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, he always intentionally or unintentionally portrayed himself as a nobleman in black gloves.

Therefore, compared to other adventurers, Jemin will definitely face more tests.

However, once the other party confirms Jemin's abilities, they will naturally back down and even consider him one of their own.

This can be considered an "unspoken rule" among nobles.

After all, the implication of "a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake" is that a local snake should not provoke a powerful dragon, but the premise is that the one who comes is really a "powerful dragon" and not a "mudfish".

After so many tests, everyone has confirmed each other's "ecological niches," and out of the "decency" of the nobility, they naturally will not break off relations.

“I accept your apology.” Jemin’s voice was flat and cold, without a trace of emotion. “As for this guy, don’t let him ever appear in front of me again.”

Upon hearing this, Ryan breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

He knew that the mysterious and powerful "Lord Jack" had agreed to the other party's apology, which meant that the matter was over.

The other party gained the right to remain undisturbed, while they preserved their dignity.

Karl was in a terrible state, but at least he survived.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you for your mercy, sir!" Ryan nodded and bowed repeatedly, then gave his men a wink. The two guards immediately lifted Karl up and quickly withdrew from the "Dawn's Residence" territory.

From that moment on, the underground forces of Goldenport knew that the "Dawn Mansion" and its owner, "Jack," were not to be trifled with.

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Inside the "Dawn's Residence," since gaining the right to be undisturbed, Jemin has almost never left the house, except for going out every few days to collect the Dew of a Hundred Flowers, immersing himself in his research world.

Before he knew it, two months had passed since he arrived in Golden Harbor.

He transformed the spacious basement, after its expansion, into a temporary laboratory, with various rune engraving knives, alchemical vessels, and testing equipment neatly arranged.

"Sigh... Relying solely on biological experiments to study the divine power belief network is simply not enough!"

At the operating table, Jemin, his hair disheveled, looked up and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"I really want to capture a god to study... Damn it! If I had known this would happen, that blood angel would have held back a little."

After studying the divine power belief network system for two months, Jemin increasingly understood why wizards were so fond of "gods".

This thing is simply a rare treasure in the wizarding world.

It can be said that each deity is the essence of the local plane's rules, and the value represented by the deity accounts for more than 80% of the plane's overall value.

Just like the network of divine power and faith displayed by the gods of this plane, even if the research equipment is relatively rudimentary, even if the research materials are insufficient...

Despite all the disadvantages, in just two months, Jemin felt he had gained a lot.

The study of the entire network of belief in divine power can be broken down into many sub-topics, such as energy transmission systems, information transmission systems, energy conversion systems, and so on.

"Although I've only studied the basics of its energy transmission system, even so, if I apply this research to myself, it should increase the intensity of the Great Light Phase by more than 30%... Damn! I'm increasingly wanting to capture a god to study!"

Even in such a rudimentary environment, the returns were so outrageous that Jieming couldn't even imagine how much he could gain if a real deity were lying on his operating table.

"Sigh... Garlic Bird, with my current strength, I shouldn't be daydreaming."

After indulging in his fantasies for a while, Jemin eventually had to return to reality.

He sighed, waved his hand to clean up the messy lab bench in front of him, and sauntered out of the basement.

(End of this chapter)